september 3 ekg
It was when my partner, out of mostly nowhere, said "do you remember there was a time in music where you could be a puppet who was also a DJ?" that I knew I was way too tired to write a lot or write well tonight. The humidity does something to me. I feel like I'm in a vice grip half the time. And it's not just the humidity. It's also the bonkers fucking timeline. Nothing makes sense anymore. The dumbest people are in charge of smart. The worst people are in charge of best. The lyingest liars who ever lied are in charge of truth. It's become normalized, sure, but it's still absolutely insane. All of it. All the time. And, like, you think you're ready for this kind of thing because you claimed to be dead inside several times at a party in 2003. Because you think you understand what absurdity is. Because you think that fascism comes from, like, some military action when it's just that if you distort the truth hard enough for long enough and do it on (and within) massive media networks (and then massive social media networks), you can write your ticket. It's evil as fuck. It's cynical as fuck. It's as anti-social and anti-human as anything I can even conceive of. Get off, it's your stop. We're here.
🌲 gonna my
🌼 go brain
🌱 touch is
🌳 grass not
🌷 now broken
Be good to yourself.
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